Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The Human League,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.